... [ scaramouche is making it hard to avoid getting turned on all over again. ] Blankets, lots of blankets, and pillows. And you. [ he leans up to kiss him, getting a taste of himself. ] I want to lay in a nest with you, keeping you close and holding you against them.
[ childe sits up as scaramouche moves off, taking his wrist, so he can't get too far. ] I'm not sure I can promise that. [ tug. he's feeling clingy. ] Do you think you have anything I can fit into? [ that might be a bit of a stretch, especially now. also literally. ]
...that's fine, I'm sure they smell more of you than they do me now anyway. [ nuzzles into scaramouche. ] How many eggs do you think you put into me, mm? I doubt you were counting. You seemed to be in quite the frenzy too.
[ the tattoo brightens in response to the touch, and childe shudders, face flushing a deep dark red as his thoughts all scramble for a moment. that feels heavenly. the warmth radiating off of scaramouche's hand has him feeling like he could melt. or... or maybe that's just how sensitive he is... the strange mix of his heat and how the eggs and the tattoo have him wound and twisted. he doesn't respond for a few moments, mouth just hanging open as he exhales a few heavy breaths. ] Ahhh, uhm... [ he licks his lips, clearly trying to focus on whatever his answer. ] Mm. [ he nods, eyes lidding as he stares at the hand. ] Kiss it.
[ he jokes but he's quick to listen to his request, moving down on him, bringing his lips on his tattoo and kissing it, lingering on it. Then he repeats the action ]
Shutup, Scaramouche, you don't get to say that, not when... not when you did this to me. [ but also... maybe. he's so fucken high on horny heat fumes everything is his kink right now. ]
[ he sets a hand on the back of his head, ] I think it's just more sensitive... stretched... [ he's not even going to mention the eggs. that should be a given at this point. ]
[ he feels like he's pushing his luck, especially now that scaramouche had to open his stupid mouth and make a comment! but... ] Lick me. Don't be so damn stingy.
How pushy. You really can't think of anything but getting off when you're like this, mmm?
[ he's making more comments because he's a jerk. But he does do exactly as asked once more, starting to lick and nibble on the skin, right on his tattoo, his hands going to his hips ]
No. [ answers a little too quickly. it should be obvious that all he can think about is getting off... his eyes snap shut as scaramouche does as he had asked, his breaths coming out uneven as he starts to bodily shudder. if he listens closely he'll hear a whispered mantra of snezhnayan curses under his breath, cum beading at the tip of his dick. ] W- What? [ said as he slowly comes out of his heated stupor. ] M- me? Fuck your mouth? [ he almost comes right on the spot. ] Yes, yes, let me fuck your mouth.
[ he loves that - loves how desperate Childe is for him, and he wants to draw more of that out, wants to please him more, to see him come completely undone. So he shifts again, moving down between his legs - his hands going to his thigh to spread his legs apart as he closes his lips around his cock.
He barely gives him any time to adjust before he's already deep-throating him ]
[ he chokes out a moan as his hands fly to scaramouche’s head, nails digging in as he tries to prevent him from doing just that - deep throating him. he knows he’s not going to be able to keep from climaxing for long and Scaramouche isn’t making it any easier. ]
[ he jerks his hips frantically, fucking his throat as he fills the ( thankfully ) sound proof room with his wanton moans of pleasure. ]
[ his toes curls and his tails twist as he finally cums, his climax not nearly as impressive as it had been early, but he is finally exhausting some of his stamina. ] You have the perfect mouth, Kuniku…
... [ childe stares at his mouth, his eyes dipping to his throat as he swallows his seed. he fucken has the balls to ask him THAT when he's making a god damn show of swallowing?! he glares. ] Shutup. [ scowls, shifting so that he can drape his tails over them both. ] Until my heat passes and probably until I lay these eggs I think my thoughts are going to be completely scrambled... [ even having this conversation is difficult, his eyes still on scara's lips, so he just gives him a kiss, and then another, and another and another. ] I never made the nest. I wanted you back inside me, cockwarming with me...
[ there's a little laugh at that, and he kisses him again, pulling back after. He's not too far, he's just getting more blankets and pillows, and more or less throwing them at him once he gets them out of his closet.
And then, he finally takes some of the clothes he stole from Childe, handing them over to him ]
[ childe turns in scaramouche's direction, pouting at him the entire time. his tails are all wilted on the bed, ears down and turned back. FEEL SORRY FOR LEAVING HIM ALL ALONE ON THE BED YOU ASS... and then he's hit in the face with a pillow, and then another, and probably a few blankets. oof. ] I was always cute. [ he takes the clothes, stripping out of his severely rumpled clothing and throwing it all aside. he puts on the shorts and tugs the oversized hoodie over his head, which thankfully still fits even as he is. ]
[ he fluffs up the blankets and gets to work, making a big and comfy nest of all the stuff scaramouche gave him and then nestling into it. ] Come here. [ he lays on his back, arms out. ] I want you on top of me for a minute.
[ childe drapes an arm over scaramouche and lets out a content sigh, nuzzling him with a smile. the warmth and weight of him on top is helping settle him just a little bit, the tattoo glowly brightly under him. he hums at the threat, giving a bit of a laugh as he gives his cheek a kiss. ] You say that like I have any intention of leaving... but [ his ears twitch. ] I want to make the most of this heat, especially since you induced it. [ he nips at him. ] After I lay these eggs I want you to tie me up and fuck me again. [ his hand creeps along scaramouche's back. ] Keep me here, breeding me, until I start going grey.
[ it's a very nice fantasy but he's pretty sure he doesn't have the stamina for it. Still, he'll go for as long as he can. There's a soft laugh, and he tilts his head to give him better access, let him kiss and bite wherever he wants ]
How risky ... I could decide I don't want to let you go even after you've gone grey, you know.
Or maybe ... i can just bring you back to your dorm and fuck you right there after.
How kind. [ at least one of them is still thinking. childe is the one in heat that could likely go for ( almost ) ever. scaramouche might have to make him black out drunk again to save himself some sanity ( and stamina ). ] But... how does that sound, mm, ..? I don't give just anybody permission to tie me up and fuck me... [ kisses him again, feeling as though he is getting drunk on the affection. ] I just want you inside of me again, Scara, fucking me. I already feel so empty without your dick. [ does he sound desperate, because he's desperate. ] I just need to lay these, so you can give me more.
The lay these for me. Then I'll give you my cock and even more eggs. Fill you up until you're exhausted, and you'll fall asleep with my cock still inside you.
[ he brings his hand to his cheek, stroking it gently ]
Do you think we should go into the bathroom for this, so I don't make a mess of your room? [ he does take scaramouche's hand in his own, turning his head to nuzzle it. ] Love you, Scaramouche.
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I'll give you blankets and pillows, and some of my clothes. But you can't get them dirty.
Can you do that?
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[ he'll stay since he's tugging him, getting back down on the bed, this time, to pull him close for a hug ]
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[ he brings his hand to his stomach again, rubbing at it, clearly enjoying the feel and texture ]
But it sure was enough to get you in this state. Does it feel better? To have real eggs in you, outside of dreams.
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[ he jokes but he's quick to listen to his request, moving down on him, bringing his lips on his tattoo and kissing it, lingering on it. Then he repeats the action ]
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[ he sets a hand on the back of his head, ] I think it's just more sensitive... stretched... [ he's not even going to mention the eggs. that should be a given at this point. ]
[ he feels like he's pushing his luck, especially now that scaramouche had to open his stupid mouth and make a comment! but... ] Lick me. Don't be so damn stingy.
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[ he's making more comments because he's a jerk. But he does do exactly as asked once more, starting to lick and nibble on the skin, right on his tattoo, his hands going to his hips ]
I wonder if you want to fuck my mouth too?
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He barely gives him any time to adjust before he's already deep-throating him ]
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[ he jerks his hips frantically, fucking his throat as he fills the ( thankfully ) sound proof room with his wanton moans of pleasure. ]
[ his toes curls and his tails twist as he finally cums, his climax not nearly as impressive as it had been early, but he is finally exhausting some of his stamina. ] You have the perfect mouth, Kuniku…
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Are you finally satisfied?
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We have to take care of the nest first then. You have to let me go for that, you know.
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Alright. [ he... reluctantly lets go of scaramouche, his tattoo dimming. ]
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You're getting quite cute, you know.
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[ he fluffs up the blankets and gets to work, making a big and comfy nest of all the stuff scaramouche gave him and then nestling into it. ] Come here. [ he lays on his back, arms out. ] I want you on top of me for a minute.
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I could tie you up here and make sure you'll never leave.
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How risky ... I could decide I don't want to let you go even after you've gone grey, you know.
Or maybe ... i can just bring you back to your dorm and fuck you right there after.
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[ he brings his hand to his cheek, stroking it gently ]
My beautiful Tartaglia.
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